The strange vortex
Whirls down
Concentrating darkness
At my heart
Throwing up a shadowy storm
Blurring light
Sowing doubt, fanning uncertainty
Questions growl
Deep storms rage
Uprooting milestones
Why this, I wonder, why now
And silence crows aloud
Quietly, links form
While the storm rails
Holding together the core
Waiting patiently for the eventual calm
As the vortex dissipates
Rage fading and spent
The light grows stronger
And clarity arrives, freshly balanced
Anita Atina
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-strange-vortex/
